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A motorcycle sped past them in a commotion of sound and speed.
"Stupid kid," Falau said, annoyed.
They continued walking up the street while attempting to pass as lovers. Falau reached down and took Carla’s hand, and held it tight in his own. Still focusing her gaze up the street she questioned him. "What is this all about?"
"No man would walk the street with a woman that looks as good as you without making sure everyone knew she was taken. I'm just completing the disguise."
Carla laughed softly. "Really? How nice to know you think I'm attractive. I was beginning to think you were dead inside."
"It's obvious," Falau said, teasing, "just like it's obvious that I'm extremely attractive. No need to agree. Like I said, it's obvious."
Carla let out another laugh she knew was far too loud and would draw attention if anyone heard it. The couple was now less than a block away from the warehouse and its high chain link fence.
"To make this more believable, just in case anyone is watching, we may as well do this thing right."
Taking a step-in front of the big man, she stopped him in his tracks. Pulling herself in close to him she looks deep into his eyes. "Put your hands on my hips,” she whispered and Falau did as he was instructed.
Pulling herself up–and Falau down–she kissed him gently on the lips and then lowered herself into a hug, dropping her face against his chest.
Falau held his breath, absorbing all the affection he could. Despite knowing this was all part of a cover he could not help but enjoy the feeling of her touch. It'd been years since anyone had touched him with such affection.
Carla pulled back and put her arms around Falau's waist, and he followed her lead doing the same. Without warning she slid her hand into the back pocket of his jeans, catching Falau off guard.
"This is what makes it really believable,” she said while squeezing his buttocks.
Falau chuckled while looking down at what he now considered a new friend. Her humor and skill was all he needed to enjoy her.
The two got closer to the corner and rounded to the right. Continuing their giggling and the sounds of a couple in love, they walked unnoticed 200 yards from the entrance to the facility. At this distance, the security lights got more intense and they were able to make out the staff clearly. Another hundred yards down the street and the property of the facility ended with a road that turned into the left amid more chain-link fence.
"No cameras,” commented Falau. "I would have thought that an important building containing exports would be covered in heavy security."
"No need for cameras. This place is 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and 365 days a year. Cameras would just document all the illegal shit going on in here. They post this place as a government building so they can do what they want whenever they want. Government sanctioned drug smuggling brought to you by Colombia,” replied Carla, trying but failing to keep her temper in check.
They moved to the side street on the left and hugged close to the fence line, searching for a place that covered by the high stacks of pallets.
"This is the spot,” directed Carla, dropping to one knee where one of the support bars on the fence stood. Her hands worked quickly as she pulled away the section of wire that ran along the bottom of the fence. She had noticed that the wire had been broken at that point, most likely from a piece of equipment breaking it into two. "Pull it up for me!"
Falau again did as instructed and lifted the fence, and Carla rolled under it. Without hesitation, she stood pressing her back against the chain-link, holding it off the ground and waving Falau through. Falau dropped to the ground and rolled under the fence, and Carla put it back into position right behind him.
Behind the pallets Falau wiped the dirt and earth from his pants and shirt.
"Falau?" called to Carla in a stern whisper. "I have our targets,” she said pointing to the closest side of the warehouse.
Gently, Falau moved to her position attempting to make as little noise as possible. From 50-yards away he could see two men had exited from the loading door of the warehouse. The men were of average size and appeared to be sneaking off for a cigarette break.
"They are perfect,” he whispered. "We just need to be stealthy."
Carla nodded in agreement and motioned for Falau to stay where he was. As she started to move forward she felt Falau grab her arm.
"Where are you going?"
"I can take care of this."
"Sure you can, but we’re a team."
"Right,” she replied sarcastically. "I need you to provide cover in case things go wrong. You know, with the gun."
Trying not to reveal his embarrassment, he nodded and she was on her way. He felt as if he wanted to protect her, but was not sure why. She was more than capable by herself, and they had only just met.
Creeping ever so slowly, she moved to within 20-yards. Keeping low to the ground, she looked through the pallets and could see the men still holding their position. One dropped his cigarette and his left leg twisted to put it out. Time was short. She needed to make the move.
Reaching into her shirt she found the strap of her bra. Rolling it to the side she pulled out a small 4-inch-long tube that was not much more than a swizzle stick.
Patting the back of the tube two small darts felt into her hand. Removing the dart caps, she loaded one into the tube. Staying low to the ground she took aim at the man on the right. She took a deep breath, making sure not to have the tube in her mouth as she did, having heard far too many stories of people sucking in their own poisonous darts. The quick thrust of air and the dart rushed through the air, going through the man's pants and causing him to smack his leg like he was stung by a bee.
Wasting no time another dart was loaded and fired off, causing the same reaction from the second man.
Before the men could realize what was happening they had dropped to the ground unconscious from the rush of chemicals that entered their systems.
Falau moved forward when given the signal to move up, seeing the two men lying on the ground. "Dead?" he questioned, staring at the bodies as they lay on the ground.
"No, just gone to sleep for the next 12 hours to wake up with a hell of a headache."
Not wasting time with more chit chat with Falau, Carla made her way over to the bodies and grabbed one by the shirt, and dragged it behind the pallets. Falau helped her, once he realized what she was doing.
"Take their badges,” she demanded
"Got it."
With the bodies hidden under a stack of pallets and new security credentials, the partners felt more comfortable walking in the open. The loading door was now shut and the only way into the building was the main entrance. Trying to conceal themselves, the couple kept close to the building so as not to look out of place. The closer they got to the entrance the more they allowed themselves to be seen. Now walking with purpose, the two were acting like they were in charge of the operation at the warehouse.
Stopping at the guard shack at the entrance of the warehouse, a young man sat inside listening to a baseball game in Spanish.
"ID?" he questioned, not looking away from the paperwork that sat on his desk.
Pulling the badge on the lanyard up, the man waved them through, barely glancing their way.
"Go ahead,” he mumbled
Carla and Falau entered the operation with a smile. They both felt the same way. We are in!